Rochelle vs Clint M.

I don't know how we'll go about this... But I'll allow you to post first with the character you choose, m'boy... T-1 MP is as good as I could possibly go... And if you wanted, T-1 RM... So, feel free to post with the character you want to use... ;D

Style :: T1
Sub-Style :: Mild Powers
Setting :: Coliseum
Character :: Bliss

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THE DOORS OF THE ARENA SWUNG OPEN AS A FAMILIAR BODY TO THE CROWD ESCAPED FROM IT.STANDING FROM THEIR SEATS, VOICES SCREAMED BLISS'S NAME WITH THE PEDICTION HE WOULD SURELY GIVE THEM THE SHOW THEY THOUGHT THEY DESPERATELY NEEDED TO SEE. WITH A GLOVED HAND DRAPED LAZILY OVER THE HILT OF THE SWORD AT HIS HIP, THE OTHER LIFTED UP TO WAVE TO HIS ADORING FANS. AND WHY SHOULDN'T HE HAVE HIS OWN FANS? HE WAS UNDEFEATED THUSFAR. HE HAD EARNED IT.

BLISS HAD A SMILE PLAYING ACROSS HIS LIPS, LAUGHTER FILLING HIS CHEST AS HE APPROACHED THE CENTER OF THE ARENA. OVER THE CROWD, HE WOULD LIKELY NOT HEAR THE DOOR OPEN WHEN HIS OPPONENT STEPPED THROUGH, SO HE HAD TO WATCH FOR THEM. IDLE, THE FELINE BEGAN TO ROCK BACK AND FORTH ON HIS HEELS, THE TAIL POKING THROUGH THE BACK OF HIS ARMOR RISING HIGH AND FALLING LOW TO CATCH HIS BALANCE BEFORE LEANING OVER JUST TO FAR. GROWING BORED, BLISS WAS QUICK TO TRY AND ENTERTAIN HIMSELF.

"HUM-DEE-DUM-DUM."

Drawing herself up on the rafters of the arena, she chuckled and let her wings shift. "So... My opponent has a few fans, eh?... That will change soon enough..." Thinking devilishly, she let her eyes sweep the area before she dropped to a swinging hold on the rafters.

She heard gasps and saw people point towards her dangling form. Moving to hang from one arm, she smirked and moved her free hand to blow a few kisses before she released her grip. In doing so, she was free falling to the ground below her... She had been a good eighty feet high, and with her body drawn tight, she was moving like a hot knife through butter.

Turning, her wings snapped to a marvelous length of eighteen feet. The ravenous feathers shifted as she swept herself to a standing position a good five yars away from her opponent.

"Singing are we?" She had noticed the little humming, and then noticed the crowd chanting a name. "Bliss? So that's your name, sir?" She smirked and unbuttoned her cloak, letting it hang loose around of her. She wore black slacks, and stood in her heavier boots whilst a white button up blouse clung to her torso.

Placing a hand over her stomach, she bowed and from her movement, her knee length hair brushed the ground before she moved back to her standing position. Shuffling her wings, she wiggled her clawed digits and placed the right hand against the hilt of her single edged blade.

She would not start a fight unless she needed to, and now was not the time.

"Of course..." Her wings stretched carefully as a gentle yawn passed her lips. Moving her opposite hand to her hand, she let her left hands digits curl against the hilt of the blade, tips grazing the grooved metal.

"But... Can you handle fighting me?" She smirked, sensing with the smell of his blood was how she noted him being a bit... Goo Goo eyed towards her physique.

Grinning, her fangs were slightly barred as she showed her full set of pearly whites. Clawed hands shifted against their resting places as she took a careful step forward. Her hips swayed, as well as her hair.

"To begin... I would like to introduce myself as Mistress Sky Shadow... The Reject from Heaven." Chuckling, she waved out the hand that was previously against her hip in a bowing gesture as her form lowered into another bow, this time not so deep.

Keeping her gaurd, she was careful with emerald hues dancing against his form, she breathing through her nose only to test his emotion with the smell of his blood and very scent from his flesh.

: Her eyes were alive and full of the utmost interest in this little... Fight.

Careful to match his actions, she waited for the wind to be just in reach, seconds before he even took in a breath to draw for his "flame thrower."

Her wings pelted open, she catching the wind and allowing it to lift her up and towards the rafters. With a good single pump, she pulled herself up and grabbed onto the rafters and hung upside down, looking towards him.

She was a melee fighting, one of straight up combat... She was not fit for any form of matter manipulation of the sort... Shaking her head, she grabbed the cross around of her neck and mumbled a few short words before she moved into a "stand still" position in the air.

Her wings kept her up as they pumped and wavered in a continuous pattern with certain intervals. Counting, she let her eyes dart around of his form as she licked her dry lips to a glistening wet. "Why so sudden, m'boy?"

With a soft chuckle, she watched the fire eat at that trail of oxygen he had previously sent at her, the fire now catching against the walls around the area they would fight on foot in... If he would stop playing dirty, that is.

HE WASN'T EXACTLY BLIND.
SEEING HER UPLIFT AND MANEUVER AWAY, HIS MOUTH CLOSED AND THE FIRE CEASED.
NO NEED TO WASTE ENERGY ON NOTHING.

WATCHING HER RETURN THE RAFTERS ABOVE, HE BURPED.
A SMALL PUFF OF SMOKE LEFT HIM, FADING INTO THE AIR AS IT DISPERSED.

"WHY SO CLOSE, M'GIRL?"

AN EYEBROW PERKED, GROWING CURIOUS AGAIN.
HIS TAIL FLICKED, WATCHING HER HAND CLASP OVER THE CROSS HANGING FROM HER NECK.
MOST PEOPLE WOULDN'T OF EXACTLY NOTICED A GUST OF WIND HITTING THEIR FACE WHEN JUST A FEW YARDS AWAY.
THERE WASN'T EXACTLY ANY SIGN.
WHAT KIND OF 'SENSES' DID SHE HAVE, AGAIN?
WAS SHE A PSYCHIC?
WHO KNEW.

STILL, BLISS WASN'T EXACTLY IN A POSITION TO GO CHASING AFTER HER.
NOR WOULD HE HIT HER IF HE THREW SOMETHING AT HER.
SO, WHY NOT TRY AND BE SNEAKY AGAIN?
BESIDES, SHE WAS CHANTING AND READYING A SPELL.
DISTRACTIONS NEEDED TO BE MADE.

MORE THAN LIKELY, THE CROSS AND CHAIN AROUND HER NECK TO HOLD IT WERE MADE FROM A TYPE OF METAL.
MORE THAN LIKELY, THAT METAL HELD A MAGNETIC FIELD.
OH, THE POSSIBILITES.
OH, THE CHOICES.

EVEN AT A DISTANCE, BLISS WAS AT EASE WHEN TARGETING THE CROSS WITHIN HER HANDS.
AND, LIKE A RAILGUN, IT TRIED TO CUT THROUGH THE FLESH OF HER HANDS AS IT TRIED TO S]HOOT BETWEEN HER EYES.
HOW WERE HER SENSES TO CATCH THIS IN TIME?
IT WAS SUDDEN, AND IT WAS CLOSE.
INCHES FROM ITS DESTINATION, ACTUALLY.
COME, COME.
GET OUT OF THIS ONE.

Sighing almost dreamily, she had finished her prayer to her lord father God. Smiling, she let the cross carved from the bones of her father relax back against her neck, the ropelike string held it there, and she was smirking as she looked down at him.

She let herself drop with a steady motion.

As she landed, her hand swiftly moved and pulled her sword from the sheath she held. "Forward... Back, left." She called, loud for the crowd to hear... And she followed what she said... In a different pattern.

It was so quick, a black blur and she had moved closer to him, her blade curled around of his form, a leg out and moved to shift between his, her wings spread and shifting to slow her down. She had not yet put the blade behind of his form, though.

The blade was at an angle as to move around and towards his back side, the bladed side of her sword facing away from him anyway. With herself placed a minor foot away from him, she had moved left, back and forward... Left one single centimeter, back an inch, and forward to close their distance to a foot apart.

"Hmn... Gorgeous eyes." She whispered, her free hand, claws forward and towards his gut, the piercing claws like diamonds in texture.

FINDING THE CROSS NOT EVEN BUDGING, AN ANNOYED EXPRESSION FLUSHED OVER HIM.
THIS GIRL JUST WOULDN'T DIE.
WELL...
THEN AGAIN, IT HAD ONLY BEEN ONE ATTEMPT.
THE SECOND DIDN'T REALLY COUNT.

AND, AS SHE DECENDED, A THOUGHT STRUCK HIM.
A DEVIOUS GRIN BIRTHED, EYES WITH WICKED INTENT.

AS SHE FOUND SOIL AND CALLED TO THE CROWD, HE TURNED AROUND.

"I DON'T THINK WE SHOULD SEE EACHOTHER ANYMORE, SKY. IT'S JUST NOT WORKING OUT"

HIS ARMS FOLDED, THE TEMPATURE ABOUT HIM FAILING AS HE HIMSELF STEAMED.
QUICKER THAN SOON, A SHEET OF ICE BUBBLED OVER BLISS, A DOME, AS THE SOIL WAS WRAPPED IN A THIN BLANKET.

HE WAS ABSORBING THE KINETIC ENERGY OF THE MOLECULES ABOUT HIM.
LAYERING AND LAYERING, THE BARRIER GREW THICK.
THE ABSORBTION EXPANDED, AND IF SHE GOT TOO CLOSE SHE HERSELF WOULD FREEZE.
HOWEVER, THE BARRIER HE HAD CONSTRUCTED WAS SOON LIKE AN OVEN.
WITH MORE AND MORE ENERGY ABSORBED, THE TEMPATURE SKY-ROCKETED.

AND SO, WHILE HIS DEFENSE STRENGTHENED WITH EVERY PASSING MOMENT, HE WAS LITERALLY BEING COOKED ALIVE.
MUFFLED BETWEEN THE THICK LAYERS OF ICE, HIS SCREAMS WENT UNHEARD.
HOWEVER, FROM AN OUTSIDE VIEW, THE BUBBLE GLOWED MUCH LIKE THE SUN.
SOMETHING, SURELY, WAS HAPPENING.

: As soon as he had turned from her, she drew back in a startled manner... The way his words were filled with that of a toying tone... She knew something was up. Spreading her wings, she raised up and back from his form then watched in amazment at dome of ice he had formed around of himself.

Her brow stitched, and she wasn't that pleased with what was happening... He couldn't have been killing himself... It was something else, something was going to happen...

Nodding to herself, she looked up and searched for the weakest spot in the roof... Then noticed the most center of the rafters... It was holding everything up and if she could destroy it, the roof would crash down amoung the crowd... Like she cared... A life is only a life.


With her eyes scourching, she took a deep breath and dumped her wings and kicked her legs to add force as she moved towards the beam in the center. With her back up, the strongest part of her body, she felt the wood crack and whine as she broke through and into the marvelous rays of the sun...

After a few moments of stinging pain, she arched and watched the roof shift and start to collapse against itself... "Amazing... Gahh..." Sighing, she held a hand over her side, watching the wooden roof fall all too quick. She heard defeaning screams, and this made her grin... She being a vampire, enjoyed the death of people... But her Angelic side made her grieve later.

Thinking on it... How was Bliss? Settling in a steady spot, her wings shifted to keep her up as she looked towards the mess she had made... "Tsk tsk..."

He was now composed of a firey formation... With added heat... She could destroy him...

Shifting slightly, her wings arched around and blocked any of the shards directed towards her.

Taking it up a notch, she smirked once the force of the roar pressed against her body. The feeling felt amazing. Tight against her body, making her arch and lick her lips. "Mmn... Dangerously delicious." her eyes scourched as she raised her hands up, still arching as she looked towards the sun.

All the while, she having been in the sun while he was busy transforming, she was storing energy in her ebony hair and wings. With a pump of her wings, she dived and darted, letting her body run along the firey wings that belonged to him. As she did so, the mana she had collected fused with the firelike wings.

Thus, ten fold of the power, she latched her claws into the energy of his wings, her own wings wrapping around of her as she closed her eyes.

As she held herself against his fire like wings, the sun kept a single array of mana towards the spot she was in, almost like a magnifying glass... After a few monents of the intense heat, she spread her wings against his, the feathers of her wings burning and curling, all the while the tempurature doubling against itself to destroy the both of them unless he chose to do otherwise.

SHE WAS WELCOME TO HAVE AS MUCH ENERGY AS SHE LIKED; IT WOULD NOT SAVE HER.
WHY?
BECAUSE BY CHARGING HIM HEAD-ON SHE CHOSE DEATH.
“HOW,” YOU MIGHT ASK.
LET ME EXPLAIN:

WITH THE FLAP OF HER WINGS, HER BODY PUSHED FORWARD TOWARD HIM, HIS ARM MADE AN UPLIFTING DIAGNOL SLASH OF HIS SWORD.
AS FIRST IT LOOKED LIKE HE WAS TRYING TO CUT THE AIR BUT SO MUCH MORE WAS TO BE TOLD.
THE BLUE AURA WHICH CHARGED THE BLADE WAS GIVEN FREEDOM, SLING-SHOTED TO MEET SKY HALFWAY.
THE WAVE OF ENERGY MOVED QUICK, DEADLY JUST BY TOUCH.
THE MOLECULES WERE OVERFLOWING WITH KINETIC ENERGY, READY TO BE PASSED ON.
IF THEY DID, THE TRANSFER WOULD BE TOO MUCH FOR HER BODY AND WOULD EXPLODE ALL TOO SOON.
A PARTICLE BEAM, SOME WOULD CALL IT; A DEATH-RAY, BY OTHERS.
BLISS DIDN’T CARE, AS LONG AS IT GOT THE JOB DONE.

BEHIND THE SWING, THE HOT WINGS TURNED AND FLAPPED AGAINST SKY TO SEND A HAZE OF HEAT AND FIRE.
HIS BODY PULLED BACK FARTHER AND FARTHER TO MAKE THE DISTANCE BETWEEN THEM ONCE MORE.

: Caught off gaurd before she could even move into contact with his wings, she collapsed and drew her wings against her body whilst she dived down.

In doing so, she barrel rolled away from the sword he had raised and cutting towards the place she previously was. With the charged energy she had left in her wings and hair, she skimmed over the rafters until she found a spot to settle so she could think.

"Always a step ahead of me... He absorbs energy like camels go without water... To die is not the way to go for me... I do not want this to be so..." Shaking her head, she rested her back against the beam she settled against, buried underneath part of the rubble that wasn't turned into kinetic energy by the icy ground beneath her...

Used to the cold, she licked her lips and looked out and up at him... So odd... Almost unbeatable... "What if I separated the negative and positive ions in the suns energy and used only negative ions?" Her eyes dazzled and she nodded to herself.

Bursting from the rafters, she was like a black streak against the shadows the fire cast. Rising high into the air, she did just what she had planned... Taking the stored energy into her hand, it formed into a ball of bright light, the ions winding against each other in a frenzy.

Moving her other hand towards the ball of energy, she separated the ions and then called to him, seeing as she was behind of his form. "HEY!- Take this on for size!" With the ball of negatively charged ions collected in her hands now, she had discarded the positives against her ebony wings for a little extra boost. Before he could turn completely, she had rushed towards his face, she shoving the ball of negative ions towards his face, her eyes burning like a green wild fire.

"I just only hope this works... or I'm done for..." She had already been feeling faint, and she knew she wouldn't be able to last much longer... But she would try, as long as she sun was within reach to her, she could always coninue on.

OH, MISS SHADOW, YOU WON'T HAVE THE TIME TO SIT AND REST. YOU HAVE TOO MUCH ON YOUR HANDS TO JUST RELAX AND THINK. BECAUSE JUST A SECOND SHE DRIVED DOWN BACK TO EARTH, HIS FORM MADE THE SAME DIVE. HOWEVER IT LOOKED MUCH MORE A FIREBALL, HOLDING NO SPECIFIC FEATURES OF BLISS. FIRE FOLLOWED, AND IF SHE WERE TO LAND IT WOULD COLLIDE DOWN ONTO HER AND ENGULF HER IN FLAME.

THAT WAS PARTCIALLY TRUE. BECAUSE AS THE LAST MOMENT, THE IMMOLATION SPAWNED FROM THE SPHERE OF FIRE---WITHOUT ITS WINGS---, AND BOTH HANDS WERE RAISED UP WITH A FIRM GRASP OVER THE GRIP OF ITS SWORD. THE BLUE AURA HAD RETURNED, THOUGH THE RADIANCE WAS NOT AS STRONG AS IT HAD TO CHARGE. STILL, WHAT IT HAD GAINED WOULD BE ENOUGH TO KILL HER WITH A DIRECT, FOCUSED CONNECTION.

AS THE FIRE METEROED DOWN PAST HIS FORM, RUSHING AROUND AND TOWARD SKY SO SHE MAY NOT ESCAPE WITH SOME SORT OF INJURY, THE SWORD HEAVED DOWN FOR HER CRANIUM. IF THE SWORD'S EFFECT WASN'T IT PLAY, THE STRENGTH BEHIND IT WOULD OF BEEN ENOUGH TO CUT HER IN HALF BUT THIS WASN'T THE CASE. IF CONTACT WAS MADE, THE TRANSFER OF MASSIVE AMOUNTS OF KINETIC ENERGY WOULD CAUSE HER BODY TO EXPLODE IN RESULT.

Back up plans were her favorite... Upon feeling the heat gain close to her side, she whipped out her sword and held it up, allowing the energy she collected to fuse with her sword.

Upon gaining the form of kinetic energy of her own, she had her sword up to clash with his. Eyes still like that blazing fire, she was in a crouching position and slightly leaned against the rubble she had tried to rest under... He never gave up, and she felt even more fain than she had before.

Her blade that was now fused with the energy she collected from the sun, was seen with yellowish flashes of electricity, or so it seemed, against the blade. The energy she kept feeding her weapon was high and more than likely matching his... So, if their blades connected... Something terrible would happen...

Too much kinetic energy, and both of different sources. Uh-oh. Chuckling, she kept her mind open, sword up, and body arched to accept the blow of their blades connecting.

With a devilish chuckle, she watched her blade shift left, while being held in her right hand.

Casting her blade up, she allowed his blade to move closer to her whilst her free left hand arched out, claws barred and moving closer to his throat as she let the last bit of her stored energy release.

As she did so, her wings shifted and curled around of herself. With the angelic force she possessed, she could only be killed a select few ways, and this was not one of them.

As she let the energy release, it pushed out like the sun was forced into a compact form, and blasting out from all sides of her, even from her blade.

He was done for, already in her range and moving to kill her... Too bad she had more will power than to allow her blade to be in a bad position. Her blade would parry with his, and the sun like force would bring to death, or near death... Depends on how much he could withstand.

Death indeed does ride on swift wings.
But the bell has just been halted with the breath of a new born child.

Fight paused.

Carlos/Supernal is passing judgement. Trust me, he's not biast.

Alright. >>;

1: One pivotal point of Rochelle’s latest point is being able to send at Clint energy she collected prior; unfortunately, she poured all of her energy into her sword to be able to clash against Clint’s attack. See below:

“Allowing the energy she collected to fuse with her sword” – “Her blade that was now fused with the energy she collected from the sun,”

No mention of storing energy, just in case.

2: Rochelle recognized Clint’s forceful movement of her sword and then later tries to stop it. See below:

“With a devilish chuckle, she watched her blade shift left, while being held in her right hand.” – “Too bad she had more will power than to allow her blade to be in a bad position.”

Not only is this contradictory, but Rochelle doesn’t even mention how or why she can stop her blade from moving, simply that she does.

3: The chain of motion is as follows: Clint swings; Rochelle moves her sword to block; Clint uses magnetism to move her sword; only then does Rochelle then reacts. It’s arguable that she may not have enough time for thought out plans as opposed to reflexive actions.

Final Judgment: Rochelle, lacking the power to launch her offense, is struck by the sword. If she is capable of surviving the attack, please respond. Otherwise, Clint is the winner.

I'm sorry... But... I believe Clint is the winner, there is no way my character can last any longer... She isn't really built for MP, so I tried as best I could... It was a good match, and I respect your judgement, Supernal...

It was fun, Rochelle.

Sure it was... >>;